It was a toss up between the work-horse of Broadway’s Asian food fare, HaNa (where last week I ate 31 pieces of sushi to celebrate turning 31 years old), or the Kimchi Bistro back in the the alley. HaNa was full.
Kimchi Bistro is a steal. And it’s pride is its namesake. For no charge—like bread in a French restaurant—the meal is preceded by kimchi. Six plates of it.
The best of the sextet was that one in the middle, a sprouted bean salad with a bit of crunch and the aromatic grace of sesame oil. I wolfed them all down before my bibimbap arrived, and asked for another round of my top four, saying I’d be happy to pay the cost. But when my bill came, there was no charge for the extra kimchi, even though at that point, I’d eaten ten plates.